"Let's do that, then. We'll find somewhere to sell them after we get ashore."
Gauss nodded, having no objections.
He'd known from the start that the loot from killing monsters had to be shared.
He didn't mind the expense. The crew hadn't done much fighting, but without them, Gauss Squad wouldn't have been able to stay and operate at sea for long.
The ship was probably more expensive than he'd imagined. According to Fern, its hull was made from special ironwood that could keep monsters from boring through it and sinking the ship, so both the construction and upkeep costs were substantial.
Besides, without money, why would the crew risk helping Gauss Squad sail out and complete a commission? Just because they hated goblins, they were supposed to risk their lives at sea for someone else?
Of course not.
Thanks to Gauss, none of the sailors had been injured this time, and they'd earned some extra money besides. Every face was alight with joy.
The amount each sailor received was a drop in the bucket for Gauss, but it was no small sum to them.
It was enough for a feast of meat and fish, a few rounds of drinks at the tavern, or a couple of decent new outfits for their wives and daughters back home.
This unexpected windfall would make life especially comfortable for these men, who risked their lives at sea year-round, for some time after they returned.
Their gratitude and satisfaction were genuine.
It was plain from the way they'd quietly started addressing Gauss as "Lord Gauss" instead of "Mr. Gauss."
"Let's keep sailing!"
Once the interruption was over, the Seagull adjusted its sails and resumed cutting through the waves, heading for the deep blue sea.
The atmosphere on deck had eased considerably.
Even as they